#hodgkins' lost brother

[flowerbloom-arts]

Decisions, decisions.

[scotianostra]

The rugby player and commentator Gordon Lamont Brown was born on the 1st November 1947.

Known quite simply as Broon fae Troon, Brown was from a sporting family, his elder brother Peter also played for and captained the Scottish side. His father, John played goalkeeper for the Scottish football side and also appeared in the Scottish Open at Royal Troon alongside golfing greats such as Arnold Palmer. He is also the nephew of footballers Tom and Jim Brown.

Broon was a legendary Scotland second row and a fully-paid up component of the Mean Machine; a triple Lion and fierce competitor in the Battle of Boet Erasmus; a ruthless assassin on the pitch and a true gentleman off the field of play.

early interest was in the round rather than the oval ball. His conversion was reportedly the result of a particularly heated football tie, after which he reckoned ‘rugby would be safer’! He emerged on to the international stage in December 1969, from West of Scotland, having just turned 22.

After a winning debut against South Africa, he retained his place for the Five Nations opener against France. Dropped for the subsequent Wales match, he was replaced by brother Peter who revelled in breaking the news to Gordon. Peter was then injured in the match – and replaced at half-time by his younger sibling; the first occasion where a brother had replaced a brother in an international. When the Browns joined forces against England in 1970, it was the first time brothers had played together for Scotland since Angus and Donald Cameron in 1902.

Immovable in the scrum yet dynamic in the loose, Gordon went onto cement his place in Scotland’s front five of the early 1970s, the formidable Mean Machine that also featured Ian McLauchlan, Frank Laidlaw, Sandy Carmichael and Alastair McHarg. Between 1971 and 1976, Scotland lost just once at home, a narrow defeat to the All Blacks.

A giant of a man, both physically and figuratively, he formed a key partnership in the blue jersey with McHarg, winning 30 caps; in a Lions shirt, he was one of the world’s most ruthless competitors. Not only could he move but his outstanding handling skills resulted in eight tries on the Lions’ 1974 venture – including the brutal Battle of Boet Erasmus – a record for a forward. He played in eight Lions’ Tests between 1971 and 1977, playing a major part in the 1971 and 1974 victories. A string of injuries ended his career, but not before an infamous incident in a match between Glasgow and the North-Midlands, he was suspended for three months after getting into a fight with Allan Hardie, in which Brown chased Hardie, threw him to the ground and kicked him. Prior to this, Hardie had kneed Brown in the face and proceed to stamp on the open wound on Brown's brow after the initial attack went unnoticed by the referee. The suspension meant that he missed three internationals and was banned from training at any rugby club.

The hardest battle came two decades later, with the diagnosis of non- Hodgkin’s lymphoma. A battler to the end, he died in 2001, aged just 53.

[freetheshit-outofyou]

The Shit We Talk About

Today, my old gunner and I were talking about our families, his mom is slipping deep into Dementia and my Grandma was just put on end of life care. The commiseration that only folks who almost died together can get. Ford: Man my mom’s slippin’ bad.  I had to call APS (Adult Protective Services) in California to do a health an welfare on her because she was talking about my dad and brother fighting in the house. And I’m like dad lives 900 miles from you and David lives in Portland. Me: Fuck man I’m sorry. I remember when my Aunt went out like this. I don’t wish it on the people I hate the most. Ford: I don’t want to get stuck in some dementia loop of being in Iraq. Me:………fuck………….no Ford: ………………………………………………………Yeah. Me: Ford: Me: When my Great Grandma got lost in her dementia loop, grandma was able to pin down where she was by the conversations she would have with people who had passed already. People Great Grandma would have known when she was younger, grandma said great grandma was stuck in her life at about 14 to 17 years old and she was happy there. On the other side of that……. My best buddy’s grand dad was a B-24 waist gunner during WWII, the loop he was stuck in was a mission over Bari Italy in 1943. His grandpa was stuck in that B-24, with one waist gunner badly wounded next to him and not being able to help him, and the aircraft damaged not knowing if he was going to survive…….for two fucking years before he died. Ford: Me: Ford: I’d rather get cancer. (flat as fuck too) I’d rather get fucking cancer and punch out that way than be stuck in any number of days there (Iraq). I can’t imagine, no fuck that I refuse imagine a world where I’m stuck in a never ending loop of any of our worst days there. I would rather die a slow and painful death from cancer than be stuck there. Ford: Ford: Me: I feel you right in my soul fucker, but (and there is always a but.) can’t it be like a nice cancer not like butt or nut cancer, but like that skin cancer that can just be lasered off and we’re done with it, kind of cancer? Ford: You know there is no “nice” cancers right. Me: Me: Yeah. I lost my grandma to adult Leukemia last May, my grandpa to non-hodgkin's lymphoma in June 2006 while we were in Iraq. I lost my Aunt at 53 to Non-small cell lung cancer and one of the guys from another unit I was in to cancer at fucking 27. Yeah, man I know. Ford: Me: Yeah. Me: Fuck man I can’t be stuck in one of those days for years. I rather tap out now than have to relive those days over and over again. I’d also prefer to not get cancer. I mean can’t we have both, no cancer and not getting stuck in some fucked up dementia loop? Ford: Yeah, but no, you know we’re going out the hard way right to the bitter end because the hard way is all we’ve had. We’ll both get stuck in a day watching the best of us blown to chunks from an EFP (explosively formed penetrator) over and over. All I can say, is I’m glad you’ll be there with me. Me: (Me, crying into my cell phone.) I fucking hate you for making my cry. But, (And there’s always abut.) I fucking love you for pointing out I’ll suck in that dementia loop with you. Cancers starting to look like a better option. Ford: If other people heard our conversation right now they’d be like what the fuck is wrong with them. I said but some will also understand 100%. When I was younger my biggest fears was drowning or burning to death, now that I'm older, now that I have survived some things, I think my biggest fears are having survived those really bad days and everything that led up to them…..until I died.

[murgaliciousdefinition]

I had been doing so well with my stress and anxiety thanks to my absolute queen of a therapist. One of the things I had noticed is I stopped getting sick all the time.

Then our nation lost its mind and I felt true despair for the first time in a long time. My alarm went off, I checked the results, and I felt my stomach drop. I spent the day oscillating between numbness and rage. But that wasn't the end of that day. Not even close!

On the Wednesday I woke up to a changed nation, I was also told at work that half of my employees are getting a raise and half are not. As a manager who gives a lot of fucks about their employees, how is that information supposed to make me feel other than angry and jaded? I was told to tell my employees that we still value them all equally. Instead I told the ones not getting a raise I'd help them with their resumes.

Because this was the Wednesday from hell, it didn't stop there. I got a phone call from my best employee (who is not in the raise category) who hadn't come in to work. She told me she had been going to a bunch of appointments trying to to get results on what was causing her chest pains, and she had just been diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma. I'm terrified for her.

I went home and opened my phone to receive a gloating message from one of my oldest friends about Trump's win. I've now cut him out of my life but it hurts. He's been like a big brother for nearly a decade. He reported the man who sexually harassed me when I was a new employee. That creep lost his job for what he did, and it was all thanks to this brother figure looking out for the young new girl. Now it's come to this.

A few hours later, one of my best friends confessed she had just been released from the hospital following a traumatic miscarriage that required an emergency abortion. She lost over a liter of blood. She almost died.

And look! My stress and anxiety reached a peak and bam! I'm super sick, and this came on Thursday.

There's no point to this, I'm just using this as a diary almost. I can't believe that was all one day. And now I'm puking and sneezing and writhing from back cramps to boot. I'll test again tomorrow but with my luck this will be COVID. I haven't tasted anything since yesterday so...sure.

[nursingscience]

Medical Knowledge 2

10. The nurse is conducting a physical assessment on a client with anemia. Which of the following clinical manifestations would be most indicative of the anemia?

A. BP 146/88

B. Respirations 28 shallow ✔️

C. Weight gain of 10 pounds in six months

D. Pink complexion

Explanation: When there are fewer red blood cells, there is less hemoglobin and less oxygen. Therefore, the client is often short of breath, as indicated in answer B. The client with anemia is often pale in color, has weight loss, and may be hypotensive.

Answers A, C, and D are within normal and, therefore, are incorrect.

11. The nurse is teaching the client with polycythemia vera about prevention of complications of the disease. Which of the following statements by the client indicates a need for further teaching?

A. “I will drink 500mL of fluid or less each day.”✔️

B. “I will wear support hose.”

C. “I will check my blood pressure regularly.”

D. “I will report ankle edema.”

Explanation: The client with polycythemia vera is at risk for thrombus formation. Hydrating the client with at least 3L of fluid per day is important in preventing clot formation, so the statement to drink less than 500mL is incorrect. Answers B, C, and D are incorrect because they all contribute to the prevention of complications. Support hose promotes venous return, the electric razor prevents bleeding due to injury, and a diet low in iron is essential to preventing further red cell formation.

12. A 33-year-old male is being evaluated for possible acute leukemia. Which of the following findings is most likely related to the diagnosis of leukemia?

A. The client collects stamps as a hobby.

B. The client recently lost his job as a postal worker.

C. The client had radiation for treatment of Hodgkin’s disease as a teenager.✔️

D. The client’s brother had leukemia as a child.

Explanation: Radiation treatment for other types of cancer can contribute to the development of leukemia. Some hobbies and occupations involving chemicals are linked to leukemia, but not the ones in these answers; therefore, answers A and B are incorrect. Answer D is incorrect because the incidence of leukemia is higher in twins, not siblings.

13. The client is being evaluated for possible acute leukemia. Which inquiry by the nurse is most important?

A. “Have you noticed a change in sleeping habits recently?”

B. “Have you had a respiratory infection in the last six months?”✔️

C. “Have you lost weight recently?”

D. “Have you noticed changes in your alertness?”

Explanation: The client with leukemia is at risk for infection and has often had recurrent respiratory infections during the previous six months. Insomnolence, weight loss, and a decrease in alertness also occur in leukemia, but bleeding tendencies and infections are the primary clinical manifestations; therefore, answers A, C, and D are incorrect.

14. Which of the following would be the priority nursing diagnosis for the adult client with acute leukemia?

A. Oral mucous membrane, altered related to chemotherapy

B. ✔️Risk for injury related to thrombocytopenia

C. Fatigue related to the disease process

D. Interrupted family processes related to life-threatening illness of a family member

Explanation: The client with acute leukemia has bleeding tendencies due to decreased platelet counts, and any injury would exacerbate the problem. The client would require close monitoring for hemorrhage, which is of higher priority than the diagnoses in answers A, C, and D, which are incorrect.

15. A 21-year-old male with Hodgkin’s lymphoma is a senior at the local university. He is engaged to be married and is to begin a new job upon graduation. Which of the following diagnoses would be a priority for this client?

A. Sexual dysfunction related to radiation therapy✔️

B. Anticipatory grieving related to terminal illness

C. Tissue integrity related to prolonged bed rest

D. Fatigue related to chemotherapy

Explanation: Radiation therapy often causes sterility in male clients and would be of primary importance to this client. The psychosocial needs of the client are important to address in light of the age and life choices. Hodgkin’s disease, however, has a good prognosis when diagnosed early. Answers B, C, and D are incorrect because they are of lesser priority.

16. A client has autoimmune thrombocytopenic purpura. To determine the client’s response to treatment, the nurse would monitor:

A. Platelet count✔️

B. White blood cell count

C. Potassium levels

D. Partial prothrombin time (PTT)

Explanation: Clients with autoimmune thrombocytopenic purpura (ATP) have low platelet counts, making answer A the correct answer. White cell counts, potassium levels, and PTT are not affected in ATP; thus, answers B, C, and D are incorrect.

17. The home health nurse is visiting a client with autoimmune thrombocytopenic purpura (ATP). The client’s platelet count currently is 80,000. It will be most important to teach the client and family about:

A. Bleeding precautions✔️

B. Prevention of falls

C. Oxygen therapy

D. Conservation of energy

Explanation: The normal platelet count is 120,000–400,000. Bleeding occurs in clients with low platelets. The priority is to prevent and minimize bleeding. Oxygenation in answer C is important, but platelets do not carry oxygen. Answers B and D are of lesser priority and are incorrect in this instance.

18. The client has surgery for removal of a Prolactinoma. Which of the following interventions would be appropriate for this client?

A. Place the client in Trendelenburg position for postural drainage.

B. Encourage coughing and deep breathing every two hours.

C. Elevate the head of the bed 30°.✔️

D. Encourage the Valsalva maneuver for bowel movements.

Explanation: A prolactinoma is a type of pituitary tumor. Elevating the head of the bed 30° avoids pressure on the sella turcica and helps to prevent headaches. Answers A, B, and D are incorrect because Trendelenburg, Valsalva maneuver, and coughing all increase the intracranial pressure.

19. The client with a history of diabetes insipidus is admitted with polyuria, polydipsia, and mental confusion. The priority intervention for this client is:

A. Measure the urinary output.

B. Check the vital signs.✔️

C. Encourage increased fluid intake.

D. Weigh the client.

Explanation: The large amount of fluid loss can cause fluid and electrolyte imbalance that should be corrected. The loss of electrolytes would be reflected in the vital signs. Measuring the urinary output is important, but the stem already says that the client has polyuria, so answer A is incorrect. Encouraging fluid intake will not correct the problem, making answer C incorrect. Answer D is incorrect because weighing the client is not necessary at this time

20. A client with hemophilia has a nosebleed. Which nursing action is most appropriate to control the bleeding?

A. Place the client in a sitting position.

B. Administer acetaminophen (Tylenol).

C. Pinch the soft lower part of the nose.✔️

D. Apply ice packs to the forehead.

Explanation: C is correct because direct pressure to the nose stops the bleeding. Answers A, B, and D are incorrect because they do not stop bleeding.

21. A client has had a unilateral adrenalectomy to remove a tumor. The most important measurement in the immediate post-operative period for the nurse to take is:

A. The blood pressure✔️

B. The temperature

C. The urinary output

D. The specific gravity of the urine

Explanation: Blood pressure is the best indicator of cardiovascular collapse in the client who has had an adrenal gland removed. The remaining gland might have been suppressed due to the tumor activity. Temperature would be an indicator of infection, decreased output would be a clinical manifestation but would take longer to occur than blood pressure changes, and specific gravity changes occur with other disorders; therefore, answers B, C, and D are incorrect.

22. A client with Addison’s disease has been admitted with a history of nausea and vomiting for the past three days. The client is receiving IV glucocorticoids (Solu-Medrol). Which of the following interventions would the nurse implement?

A. Glucometer readings as ordered✔️

B. Intake/output measurements

C. Evaluating the sodium and potassium levels

D. Daily weights

Explanation: IV glucocorticoids raise the glucose levels and often require coverage with insulin. Answer B is not necessary at this time, sodium and potassium levels would be monitored when the client is receiving mineral corticoids, and daily weights is unnecessary; therefore, answers B, C, and D are incorrect.

23. A client had a total thyroidectomy yesterday. The client is complaining of tingling around the mouth and in the fingers and toes. What would the nurses’ next action be?

A. Obtain a crash cart.

B. Check the calcium level.✔️

C. Assess the dressing for drainage.

D. Assess the blood pressure for hypertension.

Explanation: The parathyroid glands are responsible for calcium production and can be damaged during a thyroidectomy. The tingling can be due to low calcium levels. The crash cart would be needed in respiratory distress but would not be the next action to take; thus, answer A is incorrect. Hypertension occurs in thyroid storm and the drainage would occur in hemorrhage, so answers C and D are incorrect.

24. A 32-year-old mother of three is brought to the clinic. Her pulse is 52, there is a weight gain of 30 pounds in four months, and the client is wearing two sweaters. The client is diagnosed with hypothyroidism. Which of the following nursing diagnoses is of highest priority?

A. Impaired physical mobility related to decreased endurance

B. Hypothermia r/t decreased metabolic rate

C. Disturbed thought processes r/t interstitial edema

D. Decreased cardiac output r/t bradycardia✔️

Explanation: The decrease in pulse can affect the cardiac output and lead to shock, which would take precedence over the other choices; therefore, answers A, B, and C are incorrect.

25. The client presents to the clinic with a serum cholesterol of 275mg/dL and is placed on rosuvastatin (Crestor). Which instruction should be given to the client taking rosuvastatin (Crestor)?

A. Report muscle weakness to the physician.✔️

B. Allow six months for the drug to take effect.

C. Take the medication with fruit juice.

D. Report difficulty sleeping.

Explanation: The client taking antilipidemics should be encouraged to report muscle weakness because this is a sign of rhabdomyolysis. The medication takes effect within one month of beginning therapy, so answer B is incorrect. The medication should be taken with water because fruit juice, particularly grapefruit, can decrease the effectiveness, making answer C incorrect. Liver function studies should be checked before beginning the medication, not after the fact, making answer D incorrect.

26. The client is admitted to the hospital with hypertensive crises. Diazoxide (Hyperstat) is ordered. During administration, the nurse should:

A. Utilize an infusion pump.

B. Check the blood glucose level.✔️

C. Place the client in Trendelenburg position.

D. Cover the solution with foil.

Explanation: Hyperstat is given IV push for hypertensive crises, but it often causes hyperglycemia. The glucose level will drop rapidly when stopped. Answer A is incorrect because the hyperstat is given by IV push. The client should be placed in dorsal recumbent position, not Trendelenburg position, as stated in answer C. Answer D is incorrect because the medication does not have to be covered with foil.

[rye-in-a-coat]

The 90's anime took a weird aproach with the whole family stuff. Like not explicitly saying the Joxter and the Muddler were Snufkin's and Sniff's fathers respectively; not mentioning at all how Little My and Snufkin are half-siblings, and ofc, how there are three Mymbles somehow.

The Muddler (his actual name, the 90's anime fucked that up) and the Fuzzy (that is her name, again, see above) are Sniff's parents. The Muddler's parents are unknown but it is well implied that the lost brother Hodgkins mentions would be the Muddler's father. Hodgkins is the Muddler's uncle.

The Fuddler is a character from the comic strip, he appears in Fuddler's Courtship (1959) the last comic Tove drew and wrote for; and later in Fuddler and Married Life (1963). He is presented as Muddler's son, he is the same species as him and he would be Sniff's brother; however, no interaction between the two brothers has ever took place.

Watching the 90s Moominvalley, i have to ask since it's never really explained as not much at all, is Fuddler the father of the main cast, or secondary? I've looked up this question and Fuddler is said to be Sniff's father and nephew of Hodgkins, i want to know what is true.

[writers-in-moominvalley]

🍃A Tale in Moominvalley🍃

Muddler's late poet father sends the child Muddler mysterious letters every night since his disappearance (in which Muddler believes both his parents were simply lost from Spring Cleaning, but his uncle knows they've passed), while at first it was a secret the Muddler kept, muddlers are never good at keeping a secret for too long, or atleast secrets that have physical evidence. Hodgkins is very weary of these letters being sent to his orphaned nephew but since they appear to match his brother's handwriting and writing style, he can only be cautious, plus the letters speak of encouraging words that lift his nephew's spirits up so perhaps it isn't a bad thing.

One night, the letter appeared on Muddler's windowsill and spoke of a vague danger that his father needs to be weary of, and that he has to send his letters more infrequently, Muddler puts the letter aside with a worried and dark feeling in his chest and continues with his days with a small worry in the back of his mind. The later letters were in fact infrequent as the previous one had promised, but the thing about these is that they appear when Muddler has had a miserable day, and they always manage to appear wherever he was that night.

But then, when Muddler lost Sniff, there was no letter to speak of.

[wholemleko]

creatures. now figuring out how I draw hodgkins' lost brother bc why not

[vagabond-404]

Fuddler, The Confounder (@flowerbloom-arts 's OC!), Diggory, and Jumble

Also my rat just peed on me for like the third time today, not cool

[flowerbloom-arts]

Oh so this is where Hodgkins' brother got lost

put in the pit for gay crimes

happy pride month

[quantumspacetime]

Log Date 10 01 22

It was my sister’s death anniversary yesterday. It’s been five years since she passed away. She would’ve been thirty two this year. It’s been five years since I lost my rock, my anchor, my bestfriend. She and I were very close; she introduced me to a lot of things that I never would’ve considered opening my mind to and we did a lot of things together. We used to go out to museums and parks, eat out and unwind, gossip about the latest news, drink flavored milk tea at Moonleaf maginhawa, or eat Cornetto Ice Cream at the nearest Ministop, or munch on a pizza that we bought at Fruili Trattoria while binge watching some TV series or listening to some outdated and criminally underrated songs that we both discovered, and of course, talk about life and what we wanted to do for our future.

We would talk about how she was considering taking up Law, and how I wanted to pursue my dream of becoming a medical doctor, or how we’d build our houses next to each other so that I wouldn’t get lonely because she already knew that there’s a huge possibility of me ending up alone! We were envisioning the type and color of the car that we were going to purchase, or the possible business opportunity that we could invest our money on. We had actual, concrete and properly laid out plans, but we weren’t aware what life had in store for us.

She was diagnosed of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma last 2017, and after a year of batting the disease, of chemotherapies and doctor appointments and hospital rooms and hallways, she passed away. But she didn’t go without giving a proper fight. She’s brave, my sister. She’s always been brave-- probably the bravest person that I know! She fought for her life in the hopes that one day, she’ll get through it all.

The day she died was probably the darkest and most gut wrenching day of my life, and that’s saying something because I’ve had a lot of awful days. We were at a hospital hallway when the doctor came out to tell us the news. I will never forget how my mama wailed, how she begged the doctor to try again because there was no way that her daughter is no longer breathing. I will never forget the pain that I felt, the doom and the sinking feeling in your stomach, and the hopelessness of not being able to do anything. People always say that when a loved one dies, a part of you also dies with them, but I’ve never understood how that would be possible because how can a part of you die just because somebody else died? But I was naïve, influenced by my youth and my innocence, because it’s true what those people said. When you love someone as much as you love yourself, probably even more, you feel what they feel, you love who they love, you accept every part of them, and a part of you will always be theirs.

It’s been five years already but the pain is still there. I can no longer remember her voice and I can only imagine how she smiled and laughed, but I will never forget her. I will always be her younger brother who needs her support and guidance. I will always be the bunso, and she will always be my ate. Grief has its way of sticking up with you even after years and years of healing.

I do believe that she’s in a better place now, where there’s no pain and suffering. I miss her terribly. Sometimes, when I’m still up at the late hours of the night, I think about her. I think about all of the things that we could’ve had, of the growth that the both of us could’ve achieved, how happy we could’ve been. Or sometimes, when I’m with my cousins and I see them with how they are with their siblings, there’s a certain longing that lingers in my heart.

I often look at the last message she sent me when I’m thinking about her:

I am so immensely proud of you. I can’t even tell you how much I love you. You mean the absolute world to me and I want you to know that I will always be your number one fan.

I know that life is hard for you right now. You are growing and having a ton of new experiences that aren’t easy. You are finding out who you are and learning what you like and don’t like.

When you were little, you would climb into my bed when you had a nightmare. Your little hand would pat my head to wake me up and you would snuggle into me to feel safe.

Please know that I still want to make you feel safe. I will always try, but I can’t be there all of the time. I am so proud of the man you are, the man you are becoming, and the man you will be. Sometimes though, I still see you as a little boy. Please forgive me when I overstep boundaries.

When I look at you, I see the little boy that reached for my hand when he skinned his knee on the concrete. I still see a little face crumbling into tears when his ice cream spilled.

You don’t need me to tell you what to do anymore. But, I still want to. I want to give you all of the knowledge that I’ve learned. I constantly forget that the best gift I can give is to let you make your own mistakes.

You will make HUGE mistakes. These mistakes will lead to pathways you didn’t even know existed. These errors will take you down some of the most exciting roads. Embrace your mistakes. Learn from them, and above all else, forgive yourself for making them.

Trust your inner voice. Trust the tiny whisper of your heart that says to go on, that says to try harder. You’re a smart cookie, you need to have faith in yourself.

I want you to remember that you are loved and you are important. When life makes you feel scared and worthless, muster that inner strength to know that you are here for a reason. I’ve always known that you are special. When you feel like giving up, remember that I support you. When you feel like everybody hates you, remember that I love you. When you feel like you’re not good enough, remember that you are my world.

Most importantly, I need you to know that no matter how far away life takes us, you can always call me when you have a nightmare.

I love you my biggy boy! Love, your ate.

At 19 years old, I remember how much I cried the first time that I’ve read her message. I remember calling her and ugly crying and telling her how much I love her, because I do. I love her from the very core of my being, and I will continue to do so until the day that I’m no longer living.

She has always loved the outdoors, especially the beaches, and that's how I imagine where she is and what she's doing right now, sitting at the shore of a beach with her favorite coffee drink in hand.

I love you ate, I miss you!

love always,

Gerson

[flowerbloom-arts]

Finished a sketch from this post because I was really proud of the composition and angle and I just love Hodgkins so much (and low-key I really wanna do an Egg and Soldier animatic this summer.. hopefully)

[scotianostra]

On November 1st 1947 Gordon Brown was born.

Naw no the erse, that was PM- the ither yin, Gordon Broon frae Troon the Scottish Rugby legend also known as the baby-faced assassin.

Brown was born in 1947 in Troon, the son of former Clyde and Scotland goalkeeper Jock Brown, he had also been a golfer playing off a scratch handicap, he had appeared in the Scottish Open at Royal Troon alongside golfing greats such as Arnold Palmer. Gordon's big brother Peter also played for and Captained Scotland to 3 victories over England scoring 67 international points making him our all time highest scoring rugby forward.

Despite his fearsome build, 6ft 5ins and 16 stone, Brown was a genial and gentle giant, liked by team-mates and opponents in equal measure.

After a career which spanned 30 international caps and three tours with the Lions in the 1970s, Brown holds the world record of eight tries scored by a forward on an international tour.

I love reading the anecdotes from people like Gordon Broon, and it would have been great to attend one of his after dinner speeches.

A gentleman away from the pitch, he was never afraid of a ruck on it, here is an account of a lions tour to South Africa. One of those with whom Gordon Brown fought on the pitch in South Africa was Johan De Bruyn, a fearsome forward from Northern Transvaal with a glass eye which, with the encouragement of the's" fist, flew from its socket and sank in the mud during a third Test melee. "So there we are," recalled Gordon, "30 players plus the ref on our hands and knees scrabbling about in the mire looking for this glass eye. Eventually, someone yells `Eureka!' whereupon De Bruyn grabs it and plonks it straight back in the gaping hole in his face. And when he stands up I can't believe what I'm looking at. . . there's a huge dod of grass sticking out of his eyeball."

Gordon died from non-Hodgkin lymphoma aged 53 in 2001, he fought a long fight against the cancer but reading through the stories, he never gave up and never lost his sense of humour.

As proud a Scot you it is hard to find, one of his last requests, which was obeyed to a man at his funeral was not to wear black but kilts or the red and yellow ties of West of Scotland rugby club. He had planned to record his own eulogy, but died before the recording was made.

Instead, mourners were asked to stand and give the player "one last standing ovation" which lasted several minutes.

His white coffin, decked out in red and yellow flowers mingled with thistles was led out of the church to the sound of a bagpiper playing Flower of Scotland, accompanied by the voices of the congregation.

Indeed, "When will we see yer likes again....."

[let-me-luve-you]

Cancer Battle

Tom Holland x Sister (with the whole Holland clan)

Summary: The reader is diagnosed with cancer, but decides to keep it from her brothers. 

Warnings: angst, cancer treatment, cancer diagnosis, brothers being rude, somewhat of a fluff ending

A/N: I did research on this. I hope I did the correct research. So I apologize if I’m wrong.

MASTERLIST

This has been the toughest two months of your life. Right when you were due to go over to America with your brothers to visit Tom, you noticed swelling in your neck. So did your mum. She set you up a doctors appointment, and two days later, you found out you had Hodgkin Lymphoma.

After talking with your doctor, you found you were in the early stages. It was still treatable and your chances of beating the cancer were very high. That helped you relax a little, but you were still in shock at hearing the words, “you have cancer.”

You wanted to start treatment right away so you told your brothers to go without you. They weren’t happy with you since you wouldn’t give them the real reason as to why you were staying behind. Every Wednesday morning for the next month, you would go with your mum or dad to the doctors office to do your antibody therapy treatment. You really didn’t want to do chemo or radiation unless it got worse, so you decided this was the next best option.

After four weeks of treatment, all of your brothers came home. Tom was disappointed you didn’t come see him, but he knew you probably had a good reason. He decided to come over to your parents house to hangout with you today. Except today wasn’t a good day. You were sick due to the side effects of the treatment. To those who didn’t know about your treatment, they would just think you had the flu. So when you walked back into your room from the bathroom, you groaned when you saw Tom sitting on the end of your bed.

“Good to see you too, Y/N.” Tom said with an eye roll.

“Hi Tom. Sorry. You might want to leave, I’m sick.” You said trying to keep your distance but you were wanting to lie down so bad.

“Mum told me. Can I get you anything?” He asked sweetly.

“I’m okay for now. Dad went to the store this morning.” You replied and motioned with your finger for him to move. He understood and moved toward your door as you went to lie down. You sighed, content when your body hit the mattress.

“I’m going to go downstairs. Text me if you need anything.” You smiled at him. “Get better soon.”

The next few days, you started feeling better. This is how it was every week. Stuck in bed on Thursday and Friday. Moving around more on Saturday and fully back to your normal self on Sunday. Then you would repeat the process again.

This Wednesday though, you weren’t feeling good. It felt like you couldn’t catch your breath. You had a fever and you could tell you had lost at least twenty pounds since your diagnosis. You got up earlier than normal to talk to your mum. When you walked into the living room, you found all four brothers.

“Hey Y/N. You okay?” Sam asked.

Ignoring his question, you looked around the room. “Where’s mum and dad?”

“Dad has a meeting at ten and mum ran to the store really quick. Said she would be back soon.” Paddy said not looking up from his phone. You nodded and turned to go back to your room to lay down until you had to go to your appointment.

“It’s a good thing you're up though. I have a press tour coming up and we are going to Bali. The three of them are going and I wanted to see if you wanted to come. You didn’t get to go last time so I thought you would enjoy it.” Tom said.

“I would but uh..” You looked around trying to think of an excuse as to why you can’t go. “I’m still getting over this sickness. Wouldn’t be good for me to go.”

“Well good thing it isn’t until next month then.” Harry said with a laugh before he turned serious. “Why are you always bailing on us? You missed the last Bali trip. You skipped last minute to go to America. Now you’re trying to get out of going to Bali again. What’s up with that?”

“I just have a lot going on. It’s not that I don’t want to, I just can’t.” You said.

“Harry has a point though Y/N. It’s like you don’t like us or something. You never go out with us when we are in town either and you won’t let us post photos of you.” Paddy said.

You stood shocked. You didn’t know how to respond, but it didn’t matter since it didn’t seem that your brothers were done.

“Can you tell us if we did something to you so we can fix it?” Tom said trying to be the nice brother like always.

“Come on mate. We didn’t do anything and she knows it. She just hates us.” Harry said with a snarl.

“Must be embarrassed by us. I don’t know why. People love us.” Paddy said. Sam agreed with Paddy and Harry. Tom just didn’t know what to do so he just stayed quiet. He wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, but he did feel rejected by you lately.

“I love you guys and I would never be embarrassed of you. I just have a lot going on.” You said. You were getting worked up and it was making it harder to breathe. You turned and started to leave the room. “Tell mum to come to my room when she gets home.” You started to walk up the stairs and ignored the hateful comments your brothers were whispering about you.

An hour later. Your mum came into the room and saw you laying there asleep. She went to push your hair out of your face and felt how hot you were. She immediately started to panic and tried to wake you up. Thankfully you opened your eyes halfway and saw your mum.

“Mum, somethings not right. I don’t feel good.” You whispered.

“Get up honey. We are going to the doctor.” Nikki said in a rush. She went to help you stand when you fell on the ground. Nikki was worried because you couldn’t hold yourself up. “DOM!” She yelled. “DOM HURRY UP! COME HERE!”

Tom thought he heard his mum call for him and he heard the worry in her voice so he sprinted to where he heard her trying to talk to Y/N. He was shocked when he saw you on the floor.

“Tom I need your help. We have to get her to the hospital now. Help me get her to the car.” Nikki said. Tom stayed staring at your almost lifeless body “TOM!” Nikki snapped to get his attention. Tom immediately went into protective brother mode and ran to you and easily picked you up bridal style and carried you down to Nikki’s car. He laid you in the backseat and then he joined you by putting your head into his lap. Nikki ran to the driver's seat and rushed to the hospital.

“Mum, what’s wrong with her?” He asked.

“I’m not sure.” Nikki answered honestly. If it hadn't been for the swollen glands, Nikki would have thought you were healthy as a horse. Now with the treatments, it always pained her to see her only daughter struggling with the illness. Once they got to the emergency room, Nikki started telling the ER doctor everything. Tom paled when he heard the word cancer. He looked up at his mum to see if what she said was true. When the doctors took you in the back to run test, Nikki finally turned to her oldest and saw him shaking.

“Cancer?” He whispered. If Nikki hadn’t been standing so close, she wouldn’t have heard him. She gently wrapped an arm around Tom and guided him to sit in a chair. Tom stayed latched to his mum as he cried for his little sister. “Wha- how- when? When did she find out?” Tom asked many minutes later once he stopped crying.

“Before the America trip.” Nikki said. “She’s been doing treatments once a week since. The treatments make her sick. That’s why you found her like she was last Thursday.”

“I had no idea.” Tom said more to himself. “That’s why she didn’t want to go to Bali.”

“Yeah. She wants to stay home until the cancer’s gone. She has a high survival rate, Tom. She didn’t want any of you to worry. That’s why she didn’t tell you.”

As Tom went to say something a doctor interrupted. “Mrs. Holland, Y/N is in a room now. You can go sit with her while we wait for the results. Since Dr. Hammon is the one treating her, she will be here to overlook her during her stay.” Nikki nodded and grabbed Tom’s hand. They followed the doctor to Y/n's room where she looked so tiny on her bed. She had an IV in and was sleeping soundly.

“We gave her some medicine to bring her fever down. She should wake up soon.”

“Thank you doctor.” Nikki said as he walked away. She turned to Tom, “I’m going to go call your father. Sit with her please.”

“Of course.” Tom said before grabbing your hand and sitting in the chair next to your bed. Tom grabbed his phone with his other hand. He quickly added Harry, Sam, and Paddy to a group text.

T: Hospital. Room 135. Waiting on the results for Y/N. We need to talk.

H: WTF?! Is she okay? Is that where you went. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.

T: Yeah. Had to help mum. Just hurry. She should have everyone here for her.

S: Called into work and got the day off. Will be there soon.

P: Harry and I are on our way too. Be there shortly.

By the time all the brothers arrived, Dom was walking into the room as well. Nikki had already spoken with Dr. Hammon and got the news of why Y/N reacted that way. Nikki decided now was the time to tell everyone the severity of it.

“Okay guys. Y/N wanted to keep this a secret, but I no longer can. She has Hodgkin Lymphoma. Her and I noticed swelling in her neck before she was going to the states so I took her to the doctor. She was diagnosed a couple days later. That’s why she didn’t go with you boys on the trip. She’s been undergoing treatment every week to help kill the cancer.” Nikki said looking at all of her sons. “I just talked with the doctor. The bad news is she doesn’t think the antibody therapy is working. She thinks it would be best to try chemotherapy next so the cancer doesn’t spread. The good news is, the cancer hasn’t spread.”

Dom visibly relaxed at hearing that news. He was thankful you were as okay as you could be. “Did she say why she reacted this way. Why did she almost pass out?” Dom asked.

“She said her body was working in overdrive to kill the cancer cells.  Her fever got too high. Now that her fever is down, she’ll be back to her old self.”

“Old self?” Tom scoffed. “Mum she’s been sick more times than she’s been feeling okay. There’s no old self in that.”

“This is her new normal for a bit. Until she defeats the cancer, this is her old self.” Nikki responded.

You groaned and tried to open your eyes. Nikki and Dom rushed to one side as Tom rushed to your other. Tom ran his hand over your head. You turned and slowly opened your eyes and met Tom’s brown ones.

“What happened? Where am I?” You asked, confused.

“Your fever got too high. Me and mum rushed you here. You’re okay now.” Tom said. You turned to see your mum next to you with your dad.

“They know sweety.” She said. You closed your eyes for a second and turned to look at Tom again.

“I’m sorry for keeping this from you.” You said.

“Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re okay now. And I’ll be here every step of the way to help you fight.” He kissed your forehead. The rest of your brothers came up to you.

“I’m sorry Y/N/N for saying you hated us.” Harry said.

“I’m sorry too.” Sam said.

“I’m sorry as well.” Paddy said.

“It’s okay you guys. I’m sorry for not telling you. Just didn’t want you to worry. You guys have a lot going on in your life. Didn’t need to add this to the list of things you were stressing over.”

“We will always worry about you, healthy or not. You’re my baby sister. I never want you to think you have to go through something like this alone.” Tom said.

“I’ll sit with you at treatments.” Harry said.

“I’ll hangout with you when you don’t feel well at home.” Paddy said.

“I’ll make all of your favorites and I’ll make you soup.” Sam said.

You smiled at your brothers and thanked them. You were glad you had such an amazing support group to back you in this fight.

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A Long Hoped For Reunion

On getting back in touch

Hodgkins was the first to speak as Moominpapa and Moominmama sat down with him, The Joxter, and The Muddler.

"Moomin! I mean, Moominpapa! I never expected to see the two of you here again! I must congratulate you on all your success with your writing! I've become an avid fan of your 'Memoirs' and your novels. I must say, it's more than a little unnerving being a character in someone else's books!", he said.

Moominpapa was left speechless for several uncomfortable moments. He kept staring at Hodgkins, going over inch of him. The fur covering Hodgkins' face and paws was almost totally gray. His long ears drooped limply on each side of his face. He still wore a denim jumpsuit over the rest of his body. Moominpapa shook his head to clear it, and walked over to Hodgkins with his arms extended. The two of them hugged each other like a long separated father and son.

"I am so very sorry that I haven't visited you since Moominhouse was swept out to sea. Well, since you've read my memoirs, you know the whole story. It's not enough to say that my life gained an irresistible momentum after that and it was all I could do to keep up with all the changes. I should have written you, at the very least. I'm glad that I got this chance to see you again before....", said Moominpapa, his voice breaking and tears welling up in his eyes.

Hodgkins gently sat Moominpapa back down and said, "I understand perfectly. I didn't write either, or seek you out. I know you too well to ever worry about you, especially after you married Moominmama! We chose different paths in life, but we're very similar. I got caught up in my inventing for The Autarch and lost sight of everything else."

The Joxter spoke next, turning to Moominmama and saying, "I'm glad that Snufkin, Snork Maiden, and Moomintroll have made such a wonderful family. I understand that The Mymble has come back to Moominvalley and has gotten together with Mrs. Fillyjonk! Good for them! That was a long time coming!"

Moominmama was startled at first by how much The Joxter knew about goings-on in Moominvalley considering that he had always refused to learn to read, but then she remembered how freely he moved from place to place and she chuckled. The Muddler had been cowering in his chair the entire time, his eyes firmly shut, and his fists clenched. Suddenly, he stood up and jumped on the table.

"I'm sorry that I never came to Moominvalley to look for Sniff. We thought we had misplaced him amongst our button collection! The Fuzzy and I spent years reorganizing them until we forgot what we were looking for. We had three more children, but we became so obsessed with not losing them, we forgot to give them names. They turned out alright in the end because when they went out into the world on their own, they told us their names, Slip, Drop, and Bump. We told them all about their older brother in Moominvalley, so maybe they'll visit some day.", said The Muddler. He had said all of this as quickly and loudly as he could until he ran out of steam and courage, and then he sat back down in his chair and covered his face with the saucepan he always wore as a hat for he was blushing bright red.

Everyone else around the table laughed uproariously. Hodgkins then told Moominpapa and Moominmama how he had spent years redesigning the Garden Of Surprises after his redesigned Oshun Oxtra took it's first voyage.

"I had always hoped to make a long range universal transport, but I could never solve the problem of The Oshun Oxtra's feul inefficient engine. It's still used by The Autarch to tour around his estate to this day, so at least I managed to build it to last. You must really send my congratulations to The Snork on his success with his Flying Ship! He solved all the problems that I wasn't able to! I was particularly happy to learn that he and Sniff are happily married!", said Hodgkins.

"They are a wonderful couple!", said Moominmama, "Their adopted son, Snerf, is a handful, but what child isn't?"

"Are you retired now, Hodgkins?", asked Moominpapa.

"Yes, but I have no regrets!", said Hodgkins, "I took my technology as far as I could. I'm really most proud of my robots! It took me years to perfect them. Now I can make any kind of robot that The Autarch could imagine. I just don't have the dexterity to build them myself anymore. I've trained several capable apprentices to take my place. I'm really enjoying a relaxing retirement now!"

Moominpapa and Moominmama caught their old friends up on all the latest doings in Moominvalley that Moominpapa hadn't written about yet as they enjoyed a delicious lunch. They had all completely forgotten about The Autarch, but he was content to watch their happy reunion from his throne. Moominpapa's face suddenly lit up with eager inquisitiveness.

"What's become of my colony, Hodgkins?!", he asked.

"That you must really see for yourself! I couldn't describe it adequately if I tried! Follow me and I'll take you there!", said Hodgkins

The happy group left the table and followed Hodgkins out of the courtyard area. He led them to a remarkable, large, all-terrain vehicle with eight wheels and an open cabin that could seat them all. They climbed a short ladder up into the cabin where they buckled themselves into the vehicle's seats and Hodgkins got into the driver's seat and started up the engine. The vehicle roared to life and began to speed across the countryside.

To Be Continued

[trainwreckss]

╰ ❛ 💉 — › chris evans. cismale. he/him. . ╯ have you met garrett matthews yet ? this thirty seven year old scorpio has been living in the seattle area for two years. he makes a living as an orthopedic attending, which is best suited for their protective, generous, compulsive, and stubborn personality. born to run by bruce springsteen is one of their favorite songs, and they're written by annie, 25, est, she/her, n/a

UPDATES

garret left seattle emotional and sad after seeing his ex-wife! he had some soul searching to do. that searching led him to new mexico (bc idk its the vibe i have) 

he went on a bender like any sad boi would. then he got himself some help and began to heal. he is still workin’, but he missed seattle. gotta beg for his job back! stat! 

below is the same from before <3

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: garrett michael anthony david matthews

nickname(s): matthews, ‘mad’ matthews (in hs/college)

age: 37

date of birth: october 29, 1983

hometown: charlotte, north carolina

current location: seattle, washington

race/ethnicity: caucasian 

nationality: american

gender: cismale

pronouns: he/him/his

orientation: heteroromantic, heterosexual

religion: agnostic

political affiliation: democratic socialist

occupation: attending orthopedic surgeon

living arrangements: alone in a loft, other side of town

language(s) spoken: french

accent: american

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: chris evans

hair color: dark brown

eye color: blue

height: 5′11

weight: 172 lbs

build: fit/athletic

tattoos: yes

piercings: n/a

clothing style: casual (but put together)

usual expression: soft, smile, grin

distinguishing characteristics: beard, blue eyes

HEALTH

physical ailments: n/a

neurological conditions: past depressive episodes

allergies: shellfish

sleeping habits: grinds teeth

eating habits: n/a

exercise habits: regular - daily morning workouts (running, cardio, crossfit, etc)

emotional stability: he has slipped into depressive episodes in the past because of the loss of his child; typically he’s at an 8, but it can dip quickly

sociability: often isolates after work, living alone, single, etc. he is very good around people though.

body temperature: average

addictions: alochol

drug use: n/a

alcohol use: socially, binge drinking

PERSONALITY

positive traits: protective, generous, caring, charismatic, kind, simple

negative traits: compulsive, stubborn, closed-off

fears: birds freak him out a little bit

hobbies: building furniture from scratch, watching late-night infomercials

FAVOURITES

weather: spring (a new start)

colour: lilac (reminds him of his daughter)

music: probably anything you would describe as ‘the classics’

movies: tbd.

sport: football, hockey

beverage: black coffee

food: calzones (ben wyatt who?)

animal: dogs, he would be the kind of guy to get a deer to trust him

FAMILY

father: patrick matthews, accountant

mother: grace matthews, english teacher

sibling(s): reese matthews (brother), aria matthews (sister)

children: mackenzie mae-matthews †

significant other: sutton reyes (ex-wife)

pet(s): n/a

family’s financial status: upper-middle class

ADDITIONAL CONTEXT

garrett matthews was raised in an upper-middle class, happy family. he had a privileged upbringing, access to a quality education, and he didn’t want for anything.

garrett matthews met sutton reyes when they were both juniors in high school. they were the picture perfect high school couple, and they decided to marry while in college at age 21. mackenzie mae matthews was born, roughly, nine months later. after graduation, garrett decided to go to medical school.

at 26-years-old, garrett began in the surgical residency program at nyu. shortly after, his daughter was diagnosed with non-hodgkin’s lymphoma.

while mackenzie was sick, garrett spent every spare moment by her bedside. however, for a surgical resident, this did not amount to a lot of time. he began to fall behind in his residency and receive pressure from his superiors to step it up. this is why garrett agreed to be part of an organ recovery team one evening during his second year of residency. he could not turn down anymore opportunities. it was this night that mackenzie took her last breaths and passed away, without her father at her bedside.

mackenzie’s death broke garrett. he felt tremendous guilt. he had abandoned his daughter for a surgery. sutton couldn’t even look at him. she hated him, and she told him often. she filed for divorce a few months after mackenzie’s funeral.

garrett started off on a long, complicated spiral. he experienced, what could probably be characterized as, a series of depressive episodes. he began binge drinking. he fell further and further down, always resorting to alcohol to drown away his guilt. he probably would have lost everything if his mentor hadn’t eventually pulled him out.

garrett got back on his feet. he dedicated himself to helping other people through his work. he wanted to be the best person he could be--for mackenzie. he started to get his life back together (although he was never able to admit he had a drinking problem...he remains adamant that he is not, nor was he ever, an alcoholic; his problem is ‘under control).

when given the chance, garrett moved to the other side of the country to escape some of his more painful memories. he accepted a fellowship at seattle presbytarian before becoming an attending surgeon at seattle grace.

garrett carries mackenzie with him. he is inspired everyday by his beautiful, courageous, generous child. she is why he is so committed to being the kind and caring man he is. he smiles a lot more now. although, at the end of the day, he always goes home alone.